Chapter 33

"Silence - this is not good, really, this is not good. Knowledge needs you to speak before it can enter your arms. You can't learn anything by being silent."

The wizard remained silent.

"Don't you want to know where the troops who attacked you came from? Don't you want to explore the secret of why they are surrounded by cursed power? Don't you want to find out why there are alien troops under the cursed people? The answer?"

The winged monarch's voice became more and more elegant, and the temptation contained in his questions was like a melodious tinkling stream, gently caressing the wizard's still fragmented mind. With the caress of the Supreme Heaven, more memory fragments were pieced together in the wizard's mind. ——The wizard recalled the last second, recalled the disastrous scene when he and his team were covered by the firepower of the Necron troops, recalled the time when he was covered in scarabs, struggling but unable to do anything and was on the verge of death. Scenes.

"I...haven't

? "

"Yes, yes, but I saved the last bit of your soul, allowing you to barely anchor to the edge of the real world - so, shouldn't you do something for me?"

"Why?"

Memory reconstruction and will reconstruction bring about the revival of the soul. While the wizard tried his best to control his mind and not fall into the mist of chaos, he spoke in a low voice - he knew very well that the great demon of Tzeentch would not help mortals for no reason, let alone that he was a wizard of Slaanesh. ! Therefore, there must be something wrong with the current situation!

The next moment, the wizard saw that the appearance of Tzeentch began to change, and at the same time, his voice also changed - becoming calm, serious, and... began to be embedded in his own memory.

"Little Temi, I have been watching you, watching you be born, watching you grow up, watching you almost embrace the truth - if it weren't for your war gang leader who couldn't wait to take you under the command of that purple thing , you should have embarked on your true destiny long ago - but is it not too late now?"

"you....!!!"

The power of Chaos crazily projected strange scenes, and Tzeentch's demonic fire continued to soar under these impacts. The soul memory of the wizard of the Angel of Paradise began to scream madly - his past began to attack him, and his past began to distort his 'persistence'!

"Uhhhhhhh!!!"

In the blue flames, scenes appeared and disappeared one after another, tearing apart the wizard's memories and shattering his cognition. He wanted to deny that these memories contained his life when he was young, but he found that these memories that answered many of his questions were extremely real -

This great demon of Tzeentch is actually the steward of his own family? Did you know this great demon of Tzeentch when you were a young mortal? Has your destiny been watched by it? So what is the trajectory of your life? Self...what is it?

"Little Temi, relax, the situation can't get any worse for you now. So, why not seize the last glimmer of hope? In fact, if you are willing, you still have cards in your hand that you can play."

Staring at the Slaanesh wizard whose soul was trembling in front of him because of the shocking information he had sent, with his eyes closed tightly and constantly trembling, a trace of satisfaction flashed in the depths of Tzeentch's pupils, and he walked out with his staff. Chaotic vortex, with a tap of a finger, the scene of the Slaanesh ritual arranged by the wizard appeared in the roiling demonic fire.

"...This ritual...is it you?"

The knowledge originating from the Great Demon of Tzeentch flowed through the soul, allowing the wizard of the Angel of Elysium to successfully peek into the deeper nature of this ritual, sensing the throbbing in the wizard's heart, and the messenger of Chaos laughed shrilly.

"Yes, that's it! And now, it has landed on the destiny node where it should be! So, Xiao Temi, what is your answer?" (Monthly fee group 694936135)

Sixty-nine. The Battle of Udal - Tzeentch's Fall

Bizarre and crystal clear.

Sparks of thought flickered in the air, and countless existences that violated common sense were born and shattered in the sparks generated by the links between them. Every time there is a birth, one or several crystal roads will emerge without warning, connecting the floating islands that suddenly appear. Every time it is broken, a random number of crystal roads will crack into powder and dissipate in the unpredictable light.

The chaotic wind of magic blows across the crystal clear earth, bringing incomprehensible gibberings and splendid miracles. The answers that many mortals have been searching for all their lives turned into pages, rising and falling in the wind, and then changed into something else the moment they fell into the crystal earth - most of them must be contrary to their previous appearance, but there are also a very few parts. Will be an extension of the previous answer.

The crystal tree in groups of nine stands high above the unknown, proudly displaying its branches toward the colorful stars, displaying its lush and bizarre crystal leaves filled with witchcraft spells. . Whenever a mortal chants a spell or initiates a ritual loudly in the material world, the corresponding crystal leaves will tremble slightly. From time to time, these crystal leaves will be broken and reconstructed without any warning - and when such a thing happens, it means A key mutation has occurred in the way a spell or a ritual is released in reality. What's more, if the mutation is strong enough, it may even cause the entire crystal tree to disintegrate and reconstruct.

With nine as a column, endless chessboards roam along with the changing clouds. The chess pieces on them move freely on the chessboard under the disturbance of reality. Amorphous demons float beside the chessboard, laughing evilly and using their... Pushing the chess pieces with their hands, they try to tamper with the fate of mortals. Occasionally, there will be mortals who think they are not chess pieces, standing on the chessboard, and using their own cunning to propose transactions to the servants of the Lord of Changes. For such a After "happily" giving gifts to mortals, demons will take away the price in the past or in the future - the worst thing is the mortal soul itself.

This is the demonic realm of Tzeentch, a place where eternity is full of change, a place filled with traps called hope, and a poison called knowledge. In the deepest part of the crystal labyrinth, in the area where the Supreme Eagle is entrenched, the great weaver of destiny, the Pure Treasure Heavenly Lord, the Raven God is entrenched on the lotus platform in his most stable and changeable posture, with his eyes closed tightly. The treasure is solemn, as if deep in thought and smiling.

"Mate - fate - go up

Ask for it——"

After an unknown length of silence, Tzeentch's voice, which seemed both male and female, both old and young, finally surged up in all directions with the trembling of the crystal, turning into a crystal storm that swept through the eternal labyrinth. As the storm blew, a huge chessboard intertwined with the past, present and future slowly appeared in front of Tzeentch - countless models of Tzeentch's demons were placed on this chessboard, and the power of the subspace was on them. The body is flickering.

After staring at the chessboard for a long time, Tumantian, who sensed a subtle change somewhere on the chessboard, suddenly let out a joyful smile. With its laughter, the threads of fate trembled one after another, allowing more changes to begin to appear - if It is a normal situation. Tzeentch will inevitably stretch out his hand and pull the thread of fate, letting the souls on the thread fall into his pocket and become his own marionette. But now, Tzeentch just wants to do it. Be clear about one thing, find out the answer to one thing...

"It's coming! It's coming! It's finally here!!!"

In the midst of wild laughter, an invisible hand gently pushed a piece, and the appearance of a Tzeentch demon on the chessboard began to become clear - if the chief wizard of the Angel of Paradise was lucky or unfortunate to see this moved piece, he would You will be surprised to find that the appearance of this great demon is exactly the same as the one you are talking to!

"Go ahead, Eye of Luck, now is the time for you to enter the game."

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Carve, carve, carve.

Knead, knead, knead.

The gorgeous Karanshi sat cross-legged on his soft human skin cushion, frowning and rubbing the 'material' on his hands. The misery on his face had physically condensed into lumps. Kong's face was dripping with tears. Even though the 'art' he created now was much better than what he had created before, but... Calanz was already tired of it.

"Gah!!! How many more minutes will it take for me to live like this! I'm already bored from all the hard work!!"

After carefully carving the victim in his hand into a weird and twisted sculpture that suited his own aesthetics, Karanz casually threw the 'artwork' into the blood pool below, then stretched out his hand to drag another victim to toss. Getting up, due to his 'skilled' skills, the new victim let out a few high-pitched screams and then fell silent.

"Can't these mortals scream in agony just a little longer?"

Due to the uncooperativeness of the victim, Calanz, who was already tired of such days, became increasingly anxious. Just as he was thinking about how to enjoy happiness and fulfill the wizard's wishes for himself, completing the ritual would allow more people to When happiness is poured into the world. The chief wizard of the Paradise Angels warband, holding a staff, emerged from a blue mist without warning and walked in front of him.

"Aha...my dear wizard, do you know I'm bored?"

With that said, Calanz pushed up his body covered with 'artwork' and strode towards his wizard. However, before he could give his wizard a hug, the psyker With just one delicate slide, he dodged away from Karanz's forward trajectory, allowing his war gang boss to miss him.

"Wizard, wizard, you are making me unhappy like this - forget it, you are the least able to appreciate art among us. Tell me, how long will it take before I can see the joy you promised - I , I can’t wait!”

"...It's only been one day since the ceremony took place, it will take at least six days."

The wizard's indifferent answer almost made Calanz, who thought he would be so bored for five more days, almost scream. However, before he screamed, the wizard had already thrown out nine pages and accurately made these pages It fell into Karanshi's hands.

"these are?"

"Some knowledge, some knowledge that can make you happier. This knowledge is enough for you to persist until the end of the ceremony... Do you want to learn it?"

There was a hint of softness in the voice of the wizard who lowered his head slightly, with blue flames already pulsing in his eyes. At the same time, Karanshi, who had just read the knowledge on the first page and realized that he could actually do this, screamed with joy, although in the next second, he thought of something realistic. His 'brows' wrinkled.

"But wizards, mortals are too fragile. I'm afraid I won't be able to create better bliss based on this knowledge..."

"Karanz, the people around us who can be used as materials are not just mortals."

The wizard calmly spoke the words that were confusing, and Karanz, whose mind immediately turned around, began to twitch with joy all over his body, and his soul was also trembling crazily - yes, he is too narrow-minded, why do he always hold on to mortals? Don’t let it go? Aren’t all my subordinates better materials? Isn’t it natural to experience more joy by using them as raw materials? ? ?

"You're right! Wizard! I can try those guys! Ha! Why didn't I think of that before?"

After that, Karanshi didn't care about other things. He stuffed the nine pages of paper into his arms, dragged his tools and weapons, and stumbled towards the direction of his 'battle brothers'. Now his heart has been swallowed up by the joy he is about to experience, so much so that he has completely failed to notice that the mark belonging to the Angel of Paradise gang on the wizard standing behind him is slowly and inexorably...

The reverse was swallowed up by the blue demonic fire.

Instead, there was a curved, unpredictable eye.

70. The Battle of Udal - Hammer Man's Plan

Queen of Glory, combat hall, planet projection area.

Although the things swept away by the silent ribs were still disgusting things full of Slaanesh connotations, but with the support of the latest intelligence sent back by the Necrons' reconnaissance units in space, on the projection sphere representing the world of Udal, A pool of blue halo is spreading quietly, proudly showing its entrance to the hammer guys. At the beginning, the Slaanesh pollution index, which the Hammers were facing as if they were facing a formidable enemy, began to fall off a cliff. There is no doubt that although Udal is still a planet being eroded by the power of Slaanesh from the appearance point of view, The power of tampering has penetrated from the subspace and begun to transform the world.

"This...? Tzeentch?"

"Well...according to the virtues of Old T's family, I think it's probably quite normal for things to develop like this - how big are you?"

"Isn't it Sister S's stuff that's causing trouble on Udal? Why did an old T pollution suddenly appear and spread rapidly?"

"Don't say it, it's quite normal if you think about it carefully. The root cause of the changes in the entire history of this galaxy is a subspace storm that has never happened in the history of the empire. The reason why we are here, and this subspace The storm also has a lot to do with it, and the person who is most likely to create this storm is not Tzeentch?

"So, seeing that the Morton Hess galaxy is coming to an end, the Tzeentch family finally couldn't help but feel the pleasure of having their plan figured out, and jumped out to do big things?"

"Personally, I feel that things are not that simple. Tzeentch has worked so hard to tamper with the fate of this galaxy, isn't it just to harvest a hive world that has been completely crippled by Slaanesh? Could it be? .....The Tzeentchs are targeting the STC we just dug up?"

"That STC has never appeared in history. If Tzeentch really wants to attack that STC, the starting position should be Marco. Marco was disabled by the green skin Waaaaaagh. As long as Tzeentch It's easy to mess with a few mortals and cause some pollution if you don't have any ideas - but we all know that there is no trace of Chaos pollution on Marko."

"This is strange. What change is the T family pursuing in the Morton Hess galaxy? Is it possible that they simply want to see if Udal will suffer from cyclone torpedoes after being tossed around like this? Changes of this level are simply not possible in the T family. Entering the stream, right?”

"I said, why are we bothering with this? Don't forget, under normal circumstances, what is the best way to deal with the Tzeentch faction?"

Just when the Hammer guys were talking freely and using their imaginations, trying to figure out why Udal suddenly showed up with a bunch of Tzeentch gadgets that they had prepared for a long time, the political commissar sister suddenly spoke and told the Hammer guys Their thoughts were pulled back, and in an instant, the hammer guys collectively realized their 'stupidity'.

"That's right! Why should we try to think about the thinking circuit of Tzeentch's gadget? Doesn't this make it seem like we are being played by Tzeentch?"

"Then our tactic is to kill him before the plan really comes true? Let the old T enjoy his favorite rollover?"

"Wait a minute, before we cut down all the stuff in Old T's house, we have to find a way to convince the people from the Empire to stay in Balaton and stand still. After Old T's operation, Udal is now completely In a world at the level of the Extermination Order, apart from the high probability of being taken for fun by the old T, it really doesn’t make much sense.”

"How to persuade? Now that the preparations for the Udal strategy have been completed, the brothers of the Wolf Group and the Lord of Cadia are gearing up. If you rashly ask them not to participate in the war, I'm afraid there will be protests from both sides, right?"

"....Don't forget that we dug out an STC. We need to find a way to arrange for them to be optimistic about the STC. By the way, political commissar sister, why don't you let your iron hand give the wolf group a little insight into the STC? Strengthen it? Strengthen your persuasion? Anyway, your iron hand is running there every now and then for the reason of 'checking STC', so it's normal for something to happen, isn't it?"

"This...well, no problem, I will do it - everyone, let's discuss and arrange a script?"

"No problem, arrange it!"

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The Galliwolves have not returned to the real camp of the Space Wolves for a long time.

No, it is better to say that the entire Space Wolves squad has not returned to the Space Wolves camp since returning from Marko. These wolf group men gave up their favorite banquets and other activities, and built a temporary small fortress near the secret warehouse where the STC was placed. In a four-man shift, they kept guarding the recovered STC, ensuring that the STC would not encounter any threats - at the same time, they also had to prepare and plan tactics for the Udal attack that would start soon. Although these things made the Space Wolves men busy like a spinning top, their morale was also high.

And today, this small fortress of the Space Wolves welcomed a more important guest.

"The parts of the STC are in good condition. It can maintain such performance, which is inseparable from the contribution of you and your people, Brother Gary."

Using the excuse of "having calculated part of the performance of this STC", the political commissar sister controlled her Iron Father of the Iron Hands and brought several technicians of the Iron Hands to the warehouse where the STC was placed, and smoothly met with the Gary Wolf, who did not suspect that they had any extra motives. After a while of polite conversation with the wolf group brother, the political commissar sister, who estimated that the technicians she brought should be "pretending" enough, began to guide the topic directly.

"This is not our credit. The return of this STC to the embrace of the empire is inseparable from the sacrifice of Bishop Egg."

When mentioning this topic, Gary Wolf's mood was obviously a little depressed.

"Bishop Egger's sacrifice is extremely valuable - his sacrifice has brought some possibilities to the Empire, some possibilities that can only be seen in dreams. The importance of this STC is far beyond my imagination."

Speaking words that made the eyes of the Galilean Wolf slightly widen, the political commissar sister controlled the Iron Father of the Iron Hand to stand up, and stared at the Galilean Wolf with a pair of sharp pupils.

"Battle brother of the Space Wolf, for the future of the Empire, do you have the "consciousness" to "give up glory"? "

Seventy-one. The Battle of Udal - Thirteen Bells

Can you control your own destiny?

When he was a child, he experienced the whole process of his brother losing his father's favor forever because of a small mistake, and then died in a sewage canal because of an "accident" not long after. This question lingered in Temi's heart like a maggot on the tarsal bone. This question is so strong and dark that even if Temi successfully became a Space Marine think tank, it still entangled Temi's soul and could not be shaken off. Even though the times have changed, Temi followed his warband leader and threw himself into the arms of the power of destruction. This question would still jump up suddenly in Temi's heart at some point, rolling in front of his eyes, screaming - urging Temi, who had forgotten his childhood memories, to find the answer and the way.

And now, with the "help" of the Great Demon of Tzeentch, Temi, who has found what he lost, is very satisfied to find that after he has "returned to the right path", fate is no longer an illusory word for him - although it is still complicated, but being able to touch it with the power of the Supreme Heaven is a huge progress, isn't it?

"Everything is easy, only the easy is not easy, do not be trapped, only the Holy Tzeentch..."

In the murmur of the Chaos Wizard, in the joyful shouting of Calanthe, and under the guidance of the Great Demon of Tzeentch who has already stepped into the material world, Temi easily twisted the problematic Slaanesh ritual and turned it into a blasphemous magic circle that summoned the power of the usurped heaven. Completely unaware of what his wizard was doing, Kalansh, who had turned all his warband members into a pile of sacrificial objects corresponding to the Tzeentch camp, became the final sacrifice at the moment the ritual started, embedded in the top of the altar that had been devoured and deformed by the Tzeentch demon fire, and burned by the blue flames of the demon bird god. This sudden change made Kalansh's soul face turn into a painful look that he himself could not imagine, and also made the Tzeentch demon, who had completely appeared in the world with a large number of Tzeentch demons through the power of the ritual, very happy. He pulled out the remaining soul of Kalansh on the spot and "rewarded" him with a deeper stimulation-

Ninety-nine soul changes!

"Karan, I'm sorry. Although I have drawn a new destiny for you, you still haven't been able to embark on the true great road - nine pages, nine destinies, you don't understand the deep meaning of them."

Looking at the twisted thing floating in front of him that has no appearance that can be understood by mortals, Temi, who has completely fallen into the way of Tzeentch from heart to soul, stretched out his new staff and gently tapped the soul of this Chaos Astarte. After "mercifully" adding nine curses to him, he no longer cared about this loser whose fate was already determined, and turned to observe the destiny of this world - he was sure that after doing so many things, the door of destiny has been opened to him, and the rest is to explore.

However.....

"Uh ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Under the horrified gaze of Tzeentch's great demon Eye of Fate, who was about to curiously start to play with the life strings of Udal's world, two golden flames suddenly burst out from Temi's eyes, and it didn't react at all. What had previously spread to Temi's limbs and bones, in a blink of an eye, the reality anchor that the Eye of Fate had carefully cultivated for a hundred years turned into ashes that were not even a puff of smoke.

"This... Holy Tzeentch! This is not his destiny!"

When the ashes of what was once a Chaos Wizard were cleared, Tzeentch, who had watched Temi's fate for hundreds of years but never expected that Temi's fate would come to an abrupt end, screamed - the next moment, the fate of Tzeentch The eye felt that the direction of the subspace wind around it began to change, and Umpertian's chuckle reached its ears.

"Yes—that's it—hear—they're coming!"

"...?"

Before Tzeentch could figure out what his master meant by the inexplicable words that he suddenly threw at him, a heavy, bell-like sound came from the far side of the hive, penetrating along the metal structure of the hive. the dull emptiness

The energy passed into the ‘ears’ of the demons.

There are... thirteen sounds.

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Gearing up and eager to try.

Above the Queen of Rongguang, the hammer guys were in their respective positions, carefully counting the chess pieces they had on hand that could still be used for combat, and seriously discussing how to divide their teams, how to attack, and how to suppress them--after the political commissar sister used her words to induce her, she vaguely told them to join. The importance of the STC Levi Wolf may exceed the Morton Hess galaxy itself, and it also provides a piece of information that the subspace storm in the Morton Hess galaxy is thinning and may dissipate in the rest of the month. After pondering for a long time, Garni Wolf chose to carry out the last commission left by the oilman bishop of the egg, and agreed to the political commissar's request to persuade Lord Mardiush to join the mission - this is the direct result That is, except for Krieg, who was completely unable to persuade him to succeed, the only troops the Hammermen could attack the world of Udal were the chess pieces they had on hand.

Of course, the hammer guys are also happy to see this result - after all, the information passed back by the silent ribs chess piece has shown that the situation in the entire Udal world cannot be said to be terrible, it can only be said that it cannot be worse - Tzeentch Pollution has penetrated into every corner of the world, and the curtain between subspace and reality has become fragile on Udal. At a glance, it is obvious that bad portals are being generated one after another on the surface of the planet, and all kinds of messy mutations are emerging one after another. ——In some sense, it can be regarded as a youth version of the devil world.

"So why should I listen to your incitement and let my ribs knock thirteen times on the floor to announce our arrival to the Tzeentch things?"

He was silently thinking while controlling his ribs to prepare the landing site for the hammer guys.

"A sense of ceremony, a sense of ceremony. We will most likely retreat after this big move. The super alliance of the Imperial Bean Sprouts and Tyranne Pork Ribs must have some sense of ceremony, right?"

After Liang Feifan arranged all the Imperial Fist chess pieces on hand, he couldn't wait to enter the state of rubbing his hands like a fly. After hearing Liang Feifan's speech, the political commissar sister who had just allocated the troops under her command could only shake her head and smile bitterly.

"However, the Emperor actually does not have a holy number. Is it possible that those Tzeentch things cannot understand this sense of ritual?"

"It's okay if you don't understand! Isn't part of the joy of having Tzeentch's things confused? Abathur, are you ready?"

"Everything is OK. I can smash the insect nest on top of the Tzeentch thing at any time - do you want me to get down right now?"